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“Say, didn’t I see you at that French Consulate affair a little while back?” The two were passing through the foyer of the house on their way to the game room. Sam planned a game of pool with one of his good friends, Charlie Andrews, a neurosurgeon that Elise had met several times before. The voice that made them turn around came from Bob Diehl who was a resident at city hospital ready to go into practice with his father in upstate New York. “Me? I don’t think so,” Elise replied. “No, I know you,” he nodded. “Either that or you’re the spittin’ image of the gal that was rattling off the French so fast that I couldn’t catch up.” Elise shivered. “That was quite a night wasn’t it?” Bob added. “I don’t know,” she shook her head and tried to sway an interested Sam into moving into the gam